Leah: Which is not as bad as it sounds! I
think there’s an inherent discomfort in Twitter that a lot of people
don’t like to address. It’s my favorite thing, watching a lot of people
on Saturday night, tweeting. It’s like you’re yelling into the void. Who
is here? That’s one of the reason we like bots so much. You know, a bot
will talk to you whenever. People are checking in on Foursquare — “Hey,
I’m here. Is anyone else here?” You know, there’s that desire to
connect, and it’s sort of weirdly lonely to me. I remember one night on
Twitter, I was in the bath, I’d had a little bit to drink and I tweeted
“DM (direct message) me your secrets.” And I actually had to respond to
so many secrets that I got put in “Twitter jail” (when Twitter prevents
your account from tweeting anymore because you’ve reached a limit); I
couldn’t respond to any more. I think there’s a really deep, and
sometimes I feel it, too, this desire to be simultaneously connected but
be very out of place. I think it’s true of a lot of people, not
everyone. It makes me feel so deeply human: I can’t handle all this
interiority in other people’s lives.

DC: How do you mean?

Leah: Just thinking about the conversations
everyone’s having and how do you think about those people just … How do
you feel, is there a place where you can feel you can just be you? For
some people, Twitter does that. Not for me. For me, Twitter is turned at
just enough of an angle where I can say a lot of things I want to say
but not everything. I think there is that hint of melancholy that still
comes through. Because there are people who say, “I want to connect with
you.”

DC: They’re just getting at the surface of it, like this melancholy is just around the corner. We get glimpses of it.

Leah: Right. And I think that I’m pretty honest, and
I’m pretty much just me, but I also think i’m “me” in a way that’s
performative. I’m never just like, “here’s how I feel” and then let it
all loose.

DC: So it’s that it makes sense and it doesn’t at the same time.

Leah: Yeah, I think that’s the beauty of
being on Twitter. And that’s why you can’t explain Twitter and what you
should or shouldn’t do on Twitter. Either that clicks or it doesn’t, and
that’s OK. Because sometimes those elements shift out of place for me,
and it gets very disjointed. And there are days that I can’t do it, and I
can’t talk with this many people or engage with them. And I have to say
a thing and go away. I think there are also times when it’s just
off-kilter enough that’s comfortable, and times when it comes together
and I think about how everyone is really great. And then it slides back
out of place.

("I
now work at a startup called Automatic... I do a lot of
research, and because I trained as an ethnographer, I do a lot of
qualitative research. I interview people, get a better understanding of
their needs, of the products they use..." -- LR)

And the tech industry is taking other students as well: economics and business majors.

Sherry Jiang, a senior business major who worked as an
investment banking intern at Goldman Sachs last summer, just accepted a
full-time position at Amazon as a business analyst. According to Jiang,
more and more business students are seeking opportunities in tech. She
said the program she will be joining at Amazon is only two years old.
Kayleigh Barnes, a senior majoring in economics, is in the midst of
interviewing for a position at DropBox. She isn’t set on tech but said
that it’s a job market that has always appealed to her as a UC Berkeley
student.

“A lot of people are graduating, and they don’t really know
where they can get a job,” Barnes said. “Berkeley has a close proximity
to the Silicon Valley — the whole time you’re going to school, those
are the companies you’re hearing about. And then the fact that the
companies are so lucrative — that really seals the deal. You can make a
lot of money at Google or another place and eat four-star meals while
someone does your laundry.”

Interns working at Google and Facebook can make about
$6,500 a month — a huge leap from the unpaid internships most
undergraduates are taking on.

Victoria Lo, who is studying computer science and
integrative biology and hunting for a tech gig this summer, said the
money isn’t her reason for going into the field, but it can be for some.

“I met someone in one of my classes who said, ‘I just want
to do this job or get a grand piano or a Lamborghini,’ ” Lo said. “And I
was like, ‘Oh my god.’ This is what I want to do because it’s so much
fun.”

9 comments:

The short poem that begins this is fine and the collection of photographs that opens the piece up to its other worlds is really great. I'm not sure how you managed to get through assembling and publishing this without wanting to give up and turn to something else. (That's the optimistic view.) Reading Ms. Reich's remarks (and viewing her website) and Ms. Rainey's article is enough to make me want to give up, cut all ties, and sail or otherwise steal away. I suppose that's the pessimistic view. I would like to think that my own daughter feels differently about things and behaves differently than these people seem to think is the preferred way. Curtis

Yes, where does the imagination that life is easy to be borne come from? Fairy tales? Is it a US phenomenon? I love French films, but so often they leave you with the unbearable ending, and I am still waiting, as the credits roll, for Hollywood to come to my rescue and give me my happy finale.

This post does make one feel "weirdly lonely" as DC puts it. And like "melancholy is just around the corner," if it's that far way. And that exchange is really sci-fi. I didn't realize Twitter was so engaging for people. Tweeting to the void? And what does that mean--saying what you want to say but not everything? Sounds like some kind of legal training. And I love that line about "the beauty of being on Twitter." Beauty? Really?

Re the fourth photograph: In a boob tube interview aired about two months ago, Greece’s Prime Minister Antonis Samaras promised free internet access to all Greeks; presumably, this will give them the opportunity to surf the net in search of exciting, lucrative job offers in-between the time they waste looking through dumpsters for scraps.

To my enduring shame, I suppose, I use Twitter ... but based on the metrics of influence and followers most people have, I'm an abject failure at it. The problem, I suppose, is this idea that "the void" is anywhere else but oneself. This sort of starting point, I suppose, does not endure me to social media. The conversations had here, such as they are, are oddly escapist, in a way few conversations in the flesh are -- it's difficult to escape body odor, say, or the clamor of cranes drowning out a voice. It is indicative of melancholy, yes. But not often the creative sort.

Nin's remark about legal training made me smile. It's not like that -- really. "It makes me feel so deeply human." That kills me. I would invite you all to check out her "selfie" collection if you haven't done so already, but I like you. And it makes me feel so deeply human not to. Curtis

To be honest, the imagination that life is easily borne is so far from me at this moment -- lame, old, to all useful intents and purposes totally helpless, and listening to the torrent beat down on the quarter deck -- that I cannot account for it.

The University of California, which owns this town, is now primarily a private school for the children of the new Asian elite classes.

It is also a primary recruiting source for the tech firms that rule the universe from Silicon Valley.

The future, such as it is, belongs to them.

The disparity between the unreal fairytale bubble world created by the android tech life-form-swarms that have priced everyone else out of this area and the immediate realities of urban poverty, failing infrastructure and routine interpersonal distrust, has pretty much been elevated to the status of acceptable business as usual -- as in, I've got mine and I'll splash you with my Prius if you're standing too near that lake in the street, buddy.

It seems the always diligent Curtis has been doing a bit of sleuthing, wholly laudable on his part though I fear for his morale given what he has probably turned up re. our ethnographer -- and I'm sure the subject of this research will be delighted by the attention -- in any case, to save others the trouble...

Turns out the ethnographer wasn't just whistlin' dotcom about those forty thousand tweets.

"by your capture.... There is a time When the clock stops When words are not enough When poetry becomes image of real Flesh of real girl of real Beauty Inside that time Lives a dreamfoul woman With magnificiant body A bright light over her body Goodess playing with our imagination making dreams with her pictures making her world a piece of our world a piece of freedom a piece of desire a piece of sweet dream."

What more can one say (hmm... the suicide note's in the mail?...) This artist's arresting photographic oeuvre reflects a touching loyalty, a refreshing fidelity to the things that really matter: